Today is a glorious day. 69 Burgers returns! After nearly a year-long hiatus, the blog that more or less inspired mine is back up. At least…for now. Ned blogs a new burger when he pleases. So hopefully he keeps going.
Much the same, the Fellowship soldiers along. Haldir leads them for some miles, nearly to where the Silverlode and Anduin join. Naturally, the land is beautiful. They find three boats moored and ready for them, just up the Silverlode. All of their belongings are put on board, and each boat has three coils of rope each. Sam takes notice, and an elf explains how strong it is, yet light. Sam apparently has a love for rope-making. If they had more time, the elves could have taught him their methods, but alas.
-Hithlain: The best rope EVER. Light and thin, yet incredibly strong, and silken to feel.
Tolkien is really into rope. Sam’s been complaining about the lack of it ever since Rivendell, and here the elves put such import into their craft. It reminds me of what a friend told me once about the Lord of the Rings musical that tried out in Toronto. Apparently, the production sold the entire city of Toronto out of rope. Wherever you went, the rope was out of stock. THE WHOLE CITY OF TORONTO. Rope was important, I guess. And Tolkien appears to set that precedent.
Fellowship of the LATE: 96 pages
Sam calls rope-making “in the family”. So, his duties as a gardener also include rope-craft? (Is that even a thing?) I don’t know why that’s a worthwhile skill for a gardener to have, but I guess it is. You never know when you might need to plant some hanging gardens.
And I do mean HANGING gardens.
Words My Computer Didn’t Like:
When looking up what a hythe was, I found that the sentence given was Tolkien’s sentence from the text. Sounds like he was the only one using it. Way to go.
“‘May it serve you well!'”